Elvis Sighting
Halloween preparations are continuing apace. It’s pouring down rain outside, thus preventing construction of my trademark big-ass spiderweb out front, but I found my costume today at Rite-Aid. Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis is in the house! ——————>
Fat Elvis, that is.
I’m thinking of setting up a toilet out front so I can sit out there Halloween night and be Just-Died Elvis as I hand out candy. I wouldn’t need the leather jumpsuit that way — just a bathrobe. Or maybe not even that. Now that would be scary.
Thankyew! Thankyewverymuch!
Hunka hunka…
At the end of the night, will someone say, “Elvis has left the toilet”?
Well, if you’re already out there dressed as Elvis and sitting on the crapper… don’t forget a big ol’ bowl of [candy] corn!
[for those of you doing that tilt-headed puzzled dog stare at the monitor… this is a reference to the old joke that Elvis’ last words were, “Corn… I don’t remember eating corn!”
Crap, I hate explaining jokes!
I’ll admit that I didn’t get it at first (I was fixated on the candy corn — I love candy corn), but: hahahahahahahahaha! I like, I like.
I love candy corn too. Or I did until that joke. Thanks David!